The three divine swords in the sky simultaneously retreated to one side, allowing the Confucian scholar in black to break free, only to be immediately surrounded by sword energy.
Wang Anfeng's eyes glimmered gold, and the fabric on one of his arms instantly shattered, turning into scattered butterflies.
At the same time, it was as if a heavy hammer struck empty space.
Ripples appeared in the sky, visibly trembling.
The vast sword energy dispersed in an instant.
The Hall Master of White Tiger Hall seemed to know that there was no longer any way to avoid, so he stood in the air, gazed deeply at Wang Anfeng, sighed with a smile, and cupped his hands in the air.
In the next moment, the Thunderbolt Spear pierced his heart as it surged towards the sky.
